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“Yeah, I am.”

Shit, well that was unexpected.

“So, would that make us a foursome?” Scout asked.

“Eventually, if Axel has any interest in me,” Kong said. “If not, it would simply make us poly with some rules on who does and does not touch who and a lot of discussion about what we want from one another. Even if a foursome does happen, it’s still going to require a lot of talking, negotiation, and probably a few wrong turns before we get to where we need to be. Some people regard three or more partners as being a leather family, in which case, Creature would be the head of our family because that isn’t a role I can take on with all the things I still need to work through. Trust me when I say that there’s quite a few, including ones I’ve only just started to come to terms with, I’m just asking for a chance to see what happens and to show you that I can do better. I’m not the man Teddy accused me of being, but he had every reason in the world to say the things he said. I have made some errors in judgment in the past and gotten involved with people who weren’t really interested in who I was but in how a night or two with me would be perceived by others. When I learned what was going on, I handled it badly and earned quite a reputation along the way. One I wasn’t even aware of until Teddy brought it to my attention.”

“He really is my friend, you know,” Scout said. “He wasn’t trying to shit all over you.”

“I know, and I appreciate what he tried to do for you.”

“Can I be blunt?” Scout asked as he scooted a little closer.

“Please.”

“It’s hard being pissed at you,” Scout admitted. “And really, the only reason I was angry was because it felt better than sitting around stewing over the way you’d hurt me. I’d like it if we could all work on figuring out how we can fit. What I felt after the night and morning I spent with you was way different from anything I’d ever felt before. I felt like you were being your authentic self that night, and I’d like to see more of that guy, not Kong. I don’t really like Kong. But I’d like to know you, starting with what the hell your real name is.”

A slow grin brightened Kong’s features and chased some of the sadness from his eyes. “It’s Mahoney. My folks decided they wanted something different when they adopted me, since there wasn’t a name on my birth certificate.”

“Mahoney,” Scout murmured, testing out the way it sounded rolling off his tongue. “That’s pretty cool and one I’ve never heard before.”

“Me either,” he replied. “Makes it damned impossible to find a personalized key chain though.”

Giggling, Scout nodded and scooted a little closer. “I bet. It’s nice to meet you, Mahoney.”

“Nice to meet you,” he replied, as he hesitantly raised his hand to brush a bit of sand off Scout’s cheek.

It was only then that Scout realized Mark was gone and they had the beach to themselves. Leaning into his touch, Scout nuzzled Mahoney’s hand so he wouldn’t drop it back into his lap again.

“So, Mahoney,” Scout said, as he gazed up into those deep, cinnamon eyes. “Tell me more about yourself.”

Chapter 23

(Axel)

The last text Axel expected to receive from Scout was one touching base to see if Axel would be okay with Kong joining them for supper tonight. Considering their final meal of the day usually took place around eight, since Axel didn’t get off until seven, he wondered what Scout’s plans for the rest of the evening were. They’d fallen into a pattern of playing video games with Carl or kicking back with movies, which Axel had come to appreciate after so many years of walking on eggshells, wondering what kind of mood his old man was going to be in.

Usually a shitty one.

When he’d come home from the bar on Saturday night, all Carl had told them was that things between him and Kong had gone better than expected; no glasses had been broken, and no alcohol or blood had been spilled. For the most part he’d left it at that, except to say that there was more to the man than they’d seen and he hoped they’d keep an open mind about him. Since Axel hadn’t really formed an opinion of him one way or another, that was easy. It was the history between Kong and Scout that worried him. A part of him worried that Kong would try to take Scout from them. He knew it was selfish, but making out with Scout on the beach had shown him that he’d already come to care for him a great deal too. His brain had already decided that Scout was theirs, but as Axel read that text, a part of him worriedthat at the table tonight, Scout was going to tell him and Carl something completely different.

Prolong the suck or get it over with?

His finger hovered over the keypad while he wrestled with his response, typinghell nobefore erasing it and hesitating again.

Fuck it.

Fine, Axel typed, then hit send before he could change his mind again.

Cool. I picked up milk, bread, eggs, cheese, and cinnamon on my way home from the beach, along with some stuff to cook for dinner tonight. I can’t wait to tell you how I did at my first lesson. Hope you’re having a good day at work. I miss you.

As he read the text message from Scout, Axel found himself smiling and thinking back to the night before, when Scout had been rocking against his side as he’d struggled to defeat Carl at the WWE Smackdown vs. Raw video game. He’d cursed when Carl’s character lifted him up and power bombed him on the top turnbuckle before hammering stiff forearm shots across his chest. When Carl’s character backed away, Scout’s tumbled backward, landed headfirst in the ring, and proceeded to be stomped by Carl’s until his character had caught Carl’s character’s foot and spun him away, giving Scout’s character a chance to get up.

They’d battled back and forth until Carl’s character pinned Scout’s, and Scout slumped against Axel, whining about being defeated again. In response, Axel had started tickling him, so he’d shoved both hands up Axel’s t-shirt and tickled him back. All the squirming made his hand slip, so he snaked it up Scout’s chest, found a nipple, and twisted while he squirmed and bucked. Between the tickling and the twisting, his fingers stopped seeking out Axel’s ticklish spots, and his nails started digging in. He’d yanked Axel over top of him and kissed himbreathless, gasping as his hips canted up and Scout rubbed his lower body against Axel’s until he started grinding on him.

Carl called it frotting, once they’d finished with their sleep pants sticky and their breath mingling together as they’d lazily shared kisses. When Axel glanced over at him, he caught sight of something that took his breath away. Carl’s cock was huge, even softening, and holy shit, Axel wanted to lap at the cum that coated his belly and crawled over to do just that. He’d only licked twice when Scout nudged against his shoulder, urging him to scoot over so Scout could taste too. The sides of their heads brushed together as they lapped the mess off their Dom, then Scout sucked Carl down to the root and cleaned the cooling cum off his cock, doing such a good job of it that Carl started groaning and his cock started twitching like it was trying to fill again.

Axel was half-hard from the images burning in his mind when he heard a voice call his name and jerked, turning his head to see his old man standing there, watching him.

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